Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon
Chapter 126: Her Heart Raced *

Chapter 126: Her Heart Raced *

When the trace of warmth touched her lips, his lips pried open her teeth, and his slightly warm tongue entered her mouth as he kissed and sucked on it. A warm sensation blossomed in her entire body.

Abigail widened her eyes, and her breathing stopped at that moment. Her hand clenched on her lap, and the strength in her body seemed to have been pulled away in an instant. Even the gap between breaths was wholly taken away.

Her heart raced like never before, even when she was still together with Ryland.

The air in Abigail’s chest was practically squeezed out. She wanted to breathe, even if she had to put some distance between them. However, Sawyer’s hold on her head made it difficult to pull away from him.

The gradual lack of oxygen made Abigail force herself to push him away. Just as she felt that she was about to faint from the lack of oxygen, Sawyer finally gave up on his deep, passionate kiss. The warm tip of his tongue gently swept across her lips before he slowly released her lips.

After the intense kiss, she felt like she was drowning. Her watery eyes locked on him as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart raced again when he gently rubbed his thumb over her unusually cherry-colored lips.

"I miss you so much, Abby," He whispered, their foreheads touching. "I’m terrified of what happened to you last night. All I can think about is flying back to see you. Every second, minute, and hour that passes feels like torture..."

Hearing his words, Abigail could imagine how stressed he had been the night before. "I’m sorry—"

Sawyer gently pressed his lips against Abigail’s to cause her words to linger on the tip of his tongue. She felt the warmth of his tongue dancing in her mouth once again. Rather than resist, she returned his kiss with equal passion.

"Mmm... Sawyer—" she murmured, lightly pushing him away when a sudden knock at the door interrupted them.

"Excuse me, Master..." a voice called from the door.

Sawyer growled in frustration when their lips parted, clearly irritated by the interruption. However, his annoyance faded quickly as he noticed Abigail glaring at him, her cheeks flushed with color.

"What is it, Paul?" Sawyer asked without looking at the door. His gaze remained on the girl before him, who seemed to be hiding, using his body as a shield.

Sawyer knew she was shy. He reached out to take her hand and gently squeezed it, reassuring her that there was no need to feel embarrassed.

"Master, Dr. Aaron Hart has arrived..." Paul replied, sounding regretful that he had come at the wrong time when his master kissed his girl. He didn’t dare look in the direction of the bed.

"Let him in," Sawyer instructed. After ensuring that Abigail was well-covered with the blanket and signaling her not to move, he stood and faced the door.

A man in a white doctor’s coat entered the room. The man smiled warmly at Sawyer and greeted him. "Sawyer..." before facing Abigail. "Miss Abigail, meeting you while you’re finally awake is nice. I’m Aaron Hart. You can call me Aaron because, from now on, you will be my patient. Am I right, Sawyer?" He smiled at Abigail before glancing back at Sawyer.

Aaron’s slicked-back ginger hair caught Abigail’s eye. She could guess this man was Sawyer’s friend, as he looked casual speaking to him.

"He-Hello—" she replied with a half-smile, feeling uncomfortable about someone seeing her in Sawyer’s bed.

"Alright, stop making my woman shy and uncomfortable, Aaron! Hurry, remove the IV..." Sawyer instructed, ignoring his friend’s chuckling as he focused solely on his shy woman on the bed.

"Yes, sir!" Aaron replied playfully before professionally stopping the infusion and carefully removing the IV needle from Abigail’s hand.

Just as Aaron was about to check her head, Abigail surprised him. She instinctively moved her head away from Aaron, her defensive gaze fixed on him.

"Doc, I’m fine; no need to check my head," she insisted, trying to keep her voice calm, but the high pitch revealed her refusal.

"Miss Abigail, I need to check if your injured head is still swollen," Aaron said, glancing at Sawyer and asking for help.

Abigail was taken aback by this. She immediately recalled slamming her head into Kian’s during their fight. Slowly, she lifted her hand to touch her forehead and was surprised to find a small bandage near her hairline.

Noticing her confusion, Sawyer sat before her and said, "Abby, let Aaron check your head. There’s a wound there, and after lunch, we need to go to the hospital for an MRI to see if there’s any damage to your brain."

Abigail looked at Sawyer, her feelings mixed; she despised going to the hospital, especially for any major treatment like MRI.

"Sawyer, I feel fine. Is an MRI really that urgent?" she asked. She knew her head had bled during the fight, but it was just a tiny cut, and she didn’t experience any dizziness or headaches.

"Yes, Abby. Your head was slightly bleeding because the skin around your forehead was torn. Even if it seems small, we must check it," Sawyer replied.

Abigail turned to Aaron, "Doc, are you sure I need an MRI?" Her heart raced at the thought, remembering her mother’s illness.

"Yes, Miss. I have to agree with Sawyer. No check and test would be overdone when it comes to any injury on our head. It’s better to be safe than sorry," Aaron explained patiently.

Although Aaron believed the MRI might be unnecessary, Sawyer insisted on it to ensure Abigail’s safety. Ultimately, Aaron had no choice but to comply with Sawyer’s wishes.

Abigail was no longer stubborn to refuse; she could see that Sawyer was determined to take her to the hospital. She remained still, obediently, while Aaron checked her forehead.

After Aaron had reported a few more details to Sawyer, he excused himself. He returned to the hospital, saying he would wait for them there.

Still standing in the doorway, Paul informed Sawyer that lunch was ready before closing the door.

Only then did Abigail realize that the middle-aged man with gray hair by the door was the same person who had brought her breakfast.

’Paul?’